Make your own coffee filter flowers

After a long winter, Spring is finally here. If you are anything like me, you want to be surrounded by flowers, even if there is still snow on the ground! Why not make these super sweet flowers from some really inexpensive household items? In fact, you probably already have everything you need.

All you need:

  • Coffee filters
  • food colouring
  • toothpicks
  • glue gun and glue

There are several different ways to dye coffee filters for flowers. I simply added a few drops of dye to water and then submerged some filters to colour them. I left them overnight and then set out to dry. You can also experiment with creating ombre effects which are also really pretty.

Once your filters are dry grab four filters and fold them in half.

and again

For a peony flower, cut out three petal shapes that are about the same size

For a carnation cut three “toes” out of the coffee filter.

And then add a wavy detail

Now poke the toothpick through the center of one filter and apply hot glue to the top third of the toothpick.

Use the filter as a shield to protect your hands and gather the filter into a loose cylinder shape. The petals should be shaped upwards so you don’t see the toothpick. With each layer, the petals will gradually start facing to the side rather than straight up.

 Continue to add filters gradually allowing them to ‘bloom’ farther and farther outwards.  Make sure to glue each layer

Since you already have toothpicks in place, you can easily stick these blooms in craft foam to create wreaths or cute decor!

Love the unicorn in the picture? Check out our free pattern! 

What the (S)hell??? Getting crafty with my momster

After a winter down south. my momster has finally returned to Canada after escaping our frigid winter. Of course she came home to plenty of snow and freezing temperatures and of course I took my first opportunity to bring the kids up for a visit.

Not only is my mom’s house a great refuge for the kids, but it is also a perfect place for me to rest my weary bones after three motherless months. Not only was there plenty of homemade food on the menu (any food I don’t need to make is good food) but also red wine which is always very much needed by the mid-point of March break.)

Craft time

The next morning my mom announced we would be crafting. Now my mom will occasionally be creative (we decorate gingerbread houses every year) but we don’t often sit down to make a mess on purpose at grandma’s house. Let’s just say Grandma’s house is full of many expensive things that I often have to remind my children not to touch. Every time my mom allows my children into her home she is actually rolling the dice on an insurance claim.

So when it came time to start this craft project my mom surprised me by leading us into this secret room in her basement set up with folding tables and covered in shells. I was able to glean that the project we were about to attempt consisted of gluing shells to a piece of styrofoam with hot glue. I quickly realized that a) this was not a craft designed for my four, six and seven-year-old and b) I was expected to take this monstrosity home once constructed.

Control freak crafter

So I tucked in to create this structure. I was partnered with my two younger children who were unable to help due to the high possibility of third-degree burns from the hot glue gun and my inner control freak need to make sure this god-awful tacky piece was going to be executed to my specifications.

Since my mom had gathered all the ingredients for this project, she decided that my two nieces and I would construct our sculptures in the shape of a Christmas tree and then pulled her own ‘special’ supplies. Not only was she making a half moon candle holder, but she would be gifting this monstrosity. Even with her hand-picked shells, upgraded shape and candle, she gave up about 20 minutes in realizing this was the kind of gift that could end a friendship.

Our ranks start to crumble

As the hours dragged on, the kids slowly melted away. I simply took a meal break and returned as Shelly (as my creation was later named) began to take form. My mom became my second in command, searching for the smaller shells to fill holes while I threatened to gift her Shelly for mother’s day.

“You know Melissa, people will pay good money for these in Florida. They cost $240 US in stores.”

“Well mom, you can take Shelly with you next year and set up a booth on the beach.”

Once complete, my mom tried unsuccessfully to convince me that Shelly was beautiful and I tried unsuccessfully to leave Shelly on her mantel.

The funniest part of the whole thing is that all it took was naming the statue for my kids to become attached. They were seriously bummed I wouldn’t display Shelly on the coffee table and fought over who got to have her ‘sleep’ in her room. I finally had to settle the fight by putting her in a place of honour in her guest bathroom for all to see.

So, of course, I felt the need to write this blog to explain Shelly and how she came to be. My mom still may get a special gift for mother’s day this year.